“So so pretty” I mumble breathlessly in between soft kisses all over your neck. “My angel” I whisper huskily into your ear, gently nipping on it. The feathery wings underneath you are spread out on the mattress like a real angel. Fuck. I think it actually needs to be studied on how it’s possible to be as obsessed as I am. You’re in my mind like all the time. No matter where I am or what I’m doing. On stage, on the tour bus, in the shower, in bed. It’s just you. And I don’t complain. Nuh uh. Not at all.

Yeah, I’ve had quite a few drinks tonight…

It’s our first Halloween together as a couple. You’ve been so excited for this, talking about our costumes for months. You finally decided on an Angel and the devil. Me being the devil, obviously. We’re at this Halloween party of some bloke that Niall knew. We were promised drinks and good vibes. Honestly? The music is shit and it’s all just cheap liquor. But atleast you can get drunk on it..

We met back in 2010 when we got put in the band together. Since then it’s just been a whirlwind of chaos. Just six lost teenagers trying to navigate through the sudden fame. It breaks you down, really. But in the midst of it all, you and I found each other. And now, it’s you and me. Together. Us.

My fingertips trails down your bare thigh, feeling the warmth radiating from your body. We’ve been up here for most of the party, kinda a waste even coming here when we’re just spending our time making out. We could’ve done it back at the hotel y’know. But I don’t complain, either place I get to be with y-

There’s a rasp on the window, almost sounding like someone’s dragging their nails on it. You immediately push me away, looking anxiously to the window. I’m a bit taken away by the sudden change of attention, and look back over my shoulder at the window. Outside the typical October winds are roaring. I look back at you, your eyes now wide and your breathing shallow.

“Babe, calm down, it’s okay. It was just a branch from the tree outside” I assure you, putting my hand on your cheek, feeling how you press into my hand.

Yeah so about that.. Normally you would never let some sound interrupt a moment like this. But the days we’ve spent here, you’ve been.. anxious.. on the edge. Shortly said; there’s a killer on the loose in this area. Not that the killer is specifically interested in getting you, but you tend to get kinda over anxious. And that’s totally understandable. I mean, fame brings a certain kind of skepticism to you.

I press a gentle kiss to your forehead, the alcohol subsiding for a second. “It’s okay, I’m here with you. And y’know Paul and the others are outside. Nothings gonna happen to any of us” I speak in a soft voice, some of the words coming out slurring.

I see your guard slowly letting down, a good sign. The corner of my lips curls up in a smug smirk. “So.. wanna keep going, my pretty angel?” I whisper lowly, scanning your face to see how you’re doing.

Outside, the wind might be roaring and killers running around. But in here, it’s just you and me and that’s all that matters.